This poem is dedicated to Flt Lt. Nasrullah a pilot who became a paraplegic due to a car accident and broke off his engagement only so she doesn’t suffer his handicap.

What this moment means to me,

Only you know, my heart!

But I know this cannot last for long

This is where we have to part


No words can ever pour my misery

No tears can ever say

I’m sorry I cannot tell you

I would have to walk away

 Silhouette of Man Walking in Tunnel. Light at End of Tunnel

I have to walk away now

Leaving you here, cold and forlorn

It would only take a moment or two

Before you forget I was gone


But if I tell you the truth now

You would risk your life to sympathize

I would die before causing you any hurt

I am too weak to see tears in your eyes


But I wish one day you recognize

That I too have killed myself and cried

Maybe one day you’ll see through me

And see why I had lied

You’re not wrong to call me a sinner

Or even a ditcher in dismay

You have all the right reasons

Because on you, I walked away


I know it won’t be easy to forget me

But I pray one day you will

No matter how much you curse me

I will love you still


I wrote this poem in 2007 on my dear uncle Flt Lt. Nasrullah and his fiance. He was a pilot in Pakistan Air Force when he had a car accident in Algeria at the age of 26 in 1982. He was very handsome. Unfortunately, after the accident, he became a paraplegic. He then broke off his engagement so his fiancé’s life wouldn’t be affected by his disability. He didn’t want to be a burden on his family so he opted to live in a PAF hospital room. He spent almost 30 long years on a bed in one room and gradually his condition worsened. Ultimately his whole body got paralyzed and he developed an allergy because of which he couldn’t be taken outdoors at all. His well-decorated wall said ‘so what!’.
In spite of these miserable circumstances, he was always jovial and full of life. He lived with a smile on his face. He used to call us Monkeys as we used to ride on his wheelchair. He was always positive and full of interesting information/quotes. He had a voice recognition software in his computer and spent his time reading, writing and sending emails. He wrote for ‘The Review’ also. He passed away in 2008.
He was the bravest person I have ever known. May Allah bless his soul. Ameen.
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  1. Not bad at alll.

  2. very impressive piece.. amazing.. i am sorry for the person behind this poem but the way he did was not an easy task indeed a bravo man!

  3. So glad you're sharing your poems here. 🙂 Love it!

  4. A hero indeed. May God bless him. Once again you surprised me nadiya. Oh My!!! You got this magical power to put everything in your touchy words. I'm really impressed I must say 😉 Admire your writing style alot. Guess I should take classes in our free time 😛 . keep writing girl.

  5. I think I know who the poem is about. I remember uncle Nasrullah visiting us in our house in Masroor base. I never knew this back story though. Will ask papa about it. This is truely so sad and yet so brave of him.

  6. Thank you so much Saira, I wouldn't mind :). Just came across these comments now. Yes uncle Nasrullah lived in Masroor base and was quite social. I'm sure your dad knows him. Extremely brave.

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